Текст песни
I made a promise standing in the sun
That I'd be on the next bus that comes
Now I'm sittin' on the corner waitin' for
My little devil to tell me I need more
Saddle up, let go
Lose the reigns, follow
Never mind what comes
You will know when you get there
On the road to Tijuana, Mexico
To see a man about a horse I could bet on
The kinda horse that wants to kick you from behind
And the tricks you'll wanna learn before you ride
If it's not what you had in mind
Keep it to yourself and then
You'll come back another time
and get bucked again
Saddle up, let go
Lose your reigns, follow
Never mind what's to come
You will know when you get there
No one complains
Till the moment they feel the pain
You'll wish you had learned how
To walk away when you get there
It's too late when you get there
When you get there
If it's not what you had in mind
You keep it to yourself and then
You'll be lost and
you can't find
Your way home again
Saddle up, let go
Lose your reigns, follow
Never mind what's to come
You will know when you get there
No one complains
Till the moment they feel the pain
You'll wish you had learned how
To walk away when you get there
To walk away
It's too late when you get there
To walk away when you get there
Walk away